Conclusion: My debate partner is a little retarded sometimes.
Conclusion: I am not an ordinary female.
Conclusion: Ehh, what?
I finally got a response from my ex-debate partner after a hiatus of... what? 5 months? He just disappeared (not literally, I mean, but he wasn't responding to me) then suddenly decided to make a comeback. And I'd like to hollar:
WTF ARE YOU DOING?! DID YOU THINK I'D BE THERE FOR YOU? (well, I was, but...) TREAT ME A LITTLE NICER DAMN IT, I AM NOT YOUR GIRLFRIEND OR YOU MUM!
Ahh, that felt good.
But if he wanted a little space, then why the hell didn't he say so? He could have, right? But oh no. He just stopped responding, leaving many clueless people in what? Fear (or maybe that was the select few), desolation (now I'm being overdramatic), e.t.c. Not cool, Ian. Not cool.
But he did make a move. Now it's my turn.
Checkmate.
Well, I found it.
I found the song.
And I'm about to die of joy... well, not really.
Let me explain.
A few weeks ago, I randomly wandered into a weird CD shop in Richmond and heard this song that was just grabbed my heart. After I went home, I craved it. I wanted it. I was dying for it.
The problem was, I didn't know the song title... or the artist name. So basically, I was screwed. I mourned for such a song. It's rare for me to instantaneously love a song - usually it takes about 30 listens. But this one was... different. It caught me.
And just this morning, I stumbled upon the song on YOUTUBE. I nearly cried when I heard the song.
What's the song? Well, you're probably listening to it right now. It's by Kirito, and it's called Poison.
Lyrics:
I watch you as you sleep beyond the deep fog
Just like sweet poison I embrace and dig my nails
The pose with tears is beautiful
Like swallowing light darkness is made
The night your eyes were wet with tears and mourned, the door opened
The memory that interrupted the two shattered into pieces
The night when body trembled and shattered, the door opened
The silence that interrupts the two has already disappeared
I'll pour it into the wanting lips
If you want to fall endlessly
I'll give it to the upraised palm
The despair that makes you even love regret
I did think of something though... the guy who can say this to me is either A: VERY confident, B: very sadistic, or C: Both. Normal guys will probably get scared of getting this response:
"HUH?! You want to make me drink poison? How about I make you drink it instead?"
So... the guy's sure that I'll drink it, or he's sadistic enough to make me drink it.
And while that's dangerously romantic, I might say no to that offer...
I found the song.
And I'm about to die of joy... well, not really.
Let me explain.
A few weeks ago, I randomly wandered into a weird CD shop in Richmond and heard this song that was just grabbed my heart. After I went home, I craved it. I wanted it. I was dying for it.
The problem was, I didn't know the song title... or the artist name. So basically, I was screwed. I mourned for such a song. It's rare for me to instantaneously love a song - usually it takes about 30 listens. But this one was... different. It caught me.
And just this morning, I stumbled upon the song on YOUTUBE. I nearly cried when I heard the song.
What's the song? Well, you're probably listening to it right now. It's by Kirito, and it's called Poison.
Lyrics:
I watch you as you sleep beyond the deep fog
Just like sweet poison I embrace and dig my nails
The pose with tears is beautiful
Like swallowing light darkness is made
The night your eyes were wet with tears and mourned, the door opened
The memory that interrupted the two shattered into pieces
The night when body trembled and shattered, the door opened
The silence that interrupts the two has already disappeared
I'll pour it into the wanting lips
If you want to fall endlessly
I'll give it to the upraised palm
The despair that makes you even love regret
I did think of something though... the guy who can say this to me is either A: VERY confident, B: very sadistic, or C: Both. Normal guys will probably get scared of getting this response:
"HUH?! You want to make me drink poison? How about I make you drink it instead?"
So... the guy's sure that I'll drink it, or he's sadistic enough to make me drink it.
And while that's dangerously romantic, I might say no to that offer...
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うおおおおおおおおおおおおおおお！！！！！
とうとう見つけた...あの運命の曲...（運命じゃないって）
いやー、何かって言うとですね、たまたまなんかでかかってたんですよ、なんかオタッキー系のCDショップだったと思うんだけど。リッチモンドだったと思うけど。もうすごい気に入っちゃったんだけどどうしても曲名もアーティスト名も不明。そんなわけで２週間ぐらいイライライラ...
タイトルは毒薬。キリトさんの曲だそうです。
歌詞はどうやら男が女に毒を飲ませる...ことらしい。ううー、なんちゅうS。
でもこれ私に言える人ってそうそういないんじゃ？大体普通の奴が私に言ったら「逆に私が飲ましてやろうか...」って黒い笑みを浮かべながら言いかねない。そしたら普通怖いでしょ。
だから言える人→相当の自信家、相当のサド、傲慢。
なんか言われたいような言われたくないような...複雑な心境です。
でも唇に毒ってよく使われてるな。思わず三島由紀夫を思い出させるフレーズ。
とうとう見つけた...あの運命の曲...（運命じゃないって）
いやー、何かって言うとですね、たまたまなんかでかかってたんですよ、なんかオタッキー系のCDショップだったと思うんだけど。リッチモンドだったと思うけど。もうすごい気に入っちゃったんだけどどうしても曲名もアーティスト名も不明。そんなわけで２週間ぐらいイライライラ...
タイトルは毒薬。キリトさんの曲だそうです。
歌詞はどうやら男が女に毒を飲ませる...ことらしい。ううー、なんちゅうS。
でもこれ私に言える人ってそうそういないんじゃ？大体普通の奴が私に言ったら「逆に私が飲ましてやろうか...」って黒い笑みを浮かべながら言いかねない。そしたら普通怖いでしょ。
だから言える人→相当の自信家、相当のサド、傲慢。
なんか言われたいような言われたくないような...複雑な心境です。
でも唇に毒ってよく使われてるな。思わず三島由紀夫を思い出させるフレーズ。
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I got this passed around from somebody... and since I did Reno in the Japanese blog, I'll do Tyki in this one.
I Love You Baton■
1.Without hiding anything, tell all the truth
2.Do not run ahead of yourself
3.You must specify a male
4.No matter how many times this is passed on to you, you must complete it
【Specify】Er, Tyki Mikk
■The place where you met 【Tyki】?
Probably when I was browsing through Crunchyroll and stumbled upon him in nought but underwear.
■What about【Tyki】makes you a fangirl?
I'm not a fangirl (I think) so I really can't say.
■Is 【Tyki】S or M? Which would you prefer?
As much as I love bullying people, I have a good feeling that I'd be bullied... so S.
■What kind of 【Tyki】's behavior makes you love him?
Errr.... I have no clue.
■What makes you like 【Tyki】?
Probably the devil-may-care attitude.
■What don't you like about【Tyki】?
He's probably smoking pot, not cigarettes?
■What do you want from 【Tyki】?
Erm, please die very soon in the back alley of South London so I can stop reading that thing... it's getting long and tedious.
■Anyone who should become closer to 【Tyki】?
I want to see Sherrill/Tyki interaction, actually. That sounds amusing.
■Anything you focus on when writing/drawing 【Tyki】?
I do neither, so none?
■Do you want him as a family?
No thank you. He'd drive me nuts.
■School uniform or blazer?
Blazer!
■Jersey or Jeans?
Jeans!
■Would you like to marry him?
No thank you. Again, he'd drive me up the wall.
■Any last words of love?
... please die very soon. I don't like your recent transformation...
I Love You Baton■
1.Without hiding anything, tell all the truth
2.Do not run ahead of yourself
3.You must specify a male
4.No matter how many times this is passed on to you, you must complete it
【Specify】Er, Tyki Mikk
■The place where you met 【Tyki】?
Probably when I was browsing through Crunchyroll and stumbled upon him in nought but underwear.
■What about【Tyki】makes you a fangirl?
I'm not a fangirl (I think) so I really can't say.
■Is 【Tyki】S or M? Which would you prefer?
As much as I love bullying people, I have a good feeling that I'd be bullied... so S.
■What kind of 【Tyki】's behavior makes you love him?
Errr.... I have no clue.
■What makes you like 【Tyki】?
Probably the devil-may-care attitude.
■What don't you like about【Tyki】?
He's probably smoking pot, not cigarettes?
■What do you want from 【Tyki】?
Erm, please die very soon in the back alley of South London so I can stop reading that thing... it's getting long and tedious.
■Anyone who should become closer to 【Tyki】?
I want to see Sherrill/Tyki interaction, actually. That sounds amusing.
■Anything you focus on when writing/drawing 【Tyki】?
I do neither, so none?
■Do you want him as a family?
No thank you. He'd drive me nuts.
■School uniform or blazer?
Blazer!
■Jersey or Jeans?
Jeans!
■Would you like to marry him?
No thank you. Again, he'd drive me up the wall.
■Any last words of love?
... please die very soon. I don't like your recent transformation...
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バトンが回ってきたので（つーか回すな！）一応義務感も在り…（ないって）
愛してるんだけどバトン■
1.包み隠さず全て語ること
2.突っ走るのは禁止
3.指定するのは男の子であること
4.また回されても何回もやること
【指定】 困った…えーと、えとえと、レノ
■【レノ】と初めて出会った場所は？
ＦＦＶＩＩの最初ボス。あのゆらゆら揺れる立ち方が印象深かった。
■【レノ】の何処に萌える？
萌えないのでなんとも言えません。
■【レノ】はS？M？どっちでいて欲しい？
うーん、本人Ｍは嫌なんじゃないでしょうか。武器見てても接近戦用だし…
■【レノ】のどんな仕種が萌える？
あの三つ子を吹っ飛ばす時の笑み。あんた、自分も爆発エリアにいたら死ぬってわかってますかー？
■【レノ】の好きなところは？
飄々としている性格。どうなっても笑っている所。
■【レノ】の嫌いなところは？
なんかこう決まらない所。一応二枚目なんだろ！飲んだくれてないでちったあ格好いいとこ見せてちょ。
■【レノ】に望んでることは？
とりあえず死なないで。後は望みません。格好よくなるのは無理だって知ってます。
■もっと【レノ】と絡んで欲しい人は？
絡むってねぇ…見るなら社内風景（特にイリーナにくどくど言われているところ）が見たいです。
■【レノ】を描（書）くときに特に主張しているところは？
あのヘラヘラ気味でしょうか。学ナシ、変態（多分）、ヘタレの三冠王。
■家族にするなら？
ご遠慮します。あんな奴が家族だったらこっちが気が狂って死ぬわい。
■学ランとブレザー、どっちを着てほしい？
つーか常にブレザーなのでもっぱらブレザーです。
■私服ではジャージ、ジーパンどちらでいて欲しい？
ジーンズ。
■結婚したい？
絶対に嫌です。見てるのは好きだけど。
■最後に愛をどうぞ。
コミックなところがありながらも決める所は決めるエース。
これからも沢山人の邪魔をしてください。
あんたはそのために生まれてきたんだから。
愛してるんだけどバトン■
1.包み隠さず全て語ること
2.突っ走るのは禁止
3.指定するのは男の子であること
4.また回されても何回もやること
【指定】 困った…えーと、えとえと、レノ
■【レノ】と初めて出会った場所は？
ＦＦＶＩＩの最初ボス。あのゆらゆら揺れる立ち方が印象深かった。
■【レノ】の何処に萌える？
萌えないのでなんとも言えません。
■【レノ】はS？M？どっちでいて欲しい？
うーん、本人Ｍは嫌なんじゃないでしょうか。武器見てても接近戦用だし…
■【レノ】のどんな仕種が萌える？
あの三つ子を吹っ飛ばす時の笑み。あんた、自分も爆発エリアにいたら死ぬってわかってますかー？
■【レノ】の好きなところは？
飄々としている性格。どうなっても笑っている所。
■【レノ】の嫌いなところは？
なんかこう決まらない所。一応二枚目なんだろ！飲んだくれてないでちったあ格好いいとこ見せてちょ。
■【レノ】に望んでることは？
とりあえず死なないで。後は望みません。格好よくなるのは無理だって知ってます。
■もっと【レノ】と絡んで欲しい人は？
絡むってねぇ…見るなら社内風景（特にイリーナにくどくど言われているところ）が見たいです。
■【レノ】を描（書）くときに特に主張しているところは？
あのヘラヘラ気味でしょうか。学ナシ、変態（多分）、ヘタレの三冠王。
■家族にするなら？
ご遠慮します。あんな奴が家族だったらこっちが気が狂って死ぬわい。
■学ランとブレザー、どっちを着てほしい？
つーか常にブレザーなのでもっぱらブレザーです。
■私服ではジャージ、ジーパンどちらでいて欲しい？
ジーンズ。
■結婚したい？
絶対に嫌です。見てるのは好きだけど。
■最後に愛をどうぞ。
コミックなところがありながらも決める所は決めるエース。
これからも沢山人の邪魔をしてください。
あんたはそのために生まれてきたんだから。
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So, my first year at a university is ending rapidly (ONE MORE EXAM TO GO... not to mention that this might be my last year if I fail my exams... oh crap), and I thought about reviewing this year, sum it up, and kinda lock it away in my memory and throw away the key (just kidding). Lots of stuff... didn't happen, actually, my life didn't have all the high school drama shit for once.
Well, what I learned is that... people still hate me in the States. And to be honest... I've ceased to care. Provided that I don't fail my exams (of which fate, I don't know), I've long left all the high school/undergrad drama and if I just keep passing my exams I'm set for life, right? (NOT). Most of them I'll never see again, so help me God. And for those of you who think that you're actually happy getting illegally drunk every night, well, good for you. I won't mention just how many dendrites you're damaging, because surprise surprise, it's recoverable... mostly. But many of the dendrites never rejoin, and hence bye bye synapse; but that's your choice.
Two, med school sucks. Yes it does. It sucks like no tomorrow and most of the time I was so sleep-deprived and so... health-deprived and so caffeine-overloaded that I might as well as have been guzzling amphetamines instead of 600mg caffeine (which is very close to lethal dose, I learned later). But you know what? If I can, I'd like to remain in this world, not because of the power trip (although I won't deny it), or the drama (of which I've witnessed many but never partook), but because... I like medicine, I guess. I've worked so hard to grab at it... I've sacrificed a lot of things for it, and getting rejected is one thing, but letting it go is quite another. So for those of you who keep asking me "why won't you enjoy your undergrad years?", excuse my Anglosaxon expletive but please, sod off (wait, that's not an expletive).
Three, I'd like to thank my next door neighbour to the left... you've shown me a lot of things that no one else could before. Although I still question your work ethics and your random habits of knocking on my door at bizarre hours and/or asking me to do bizarre things (and no, I am not letting you give me a Physical, no is a no), each of your observations warranted and merited a close analysis later on. And I did appreciate the ice cream.
Hopefully (although I can hear my best friend in university, Jennifer, screaming "JUST SHUT UP"), I can come back to this school next year.
And hopefully Stolkie retires or croaks it this year; I refuse to have him as my neuroanatomy lecturer. Either create a constructive and informative slide for the notes or stop reading off it. Your existence in the classroom merited zero benefit this year.
And stop making me feel like an idiot. I know I'm an idiot, that's why I'm here. I don't need a constant reminder...
Well, what I learned is that... people still hate me in the States. And to be honest... I've ceased to care. Provided that I don't fail my exams (of which fate, I don't know), I've long left all the high school/undergrad drama and if I just keep passing my exams I'm set for life, right? (NOT). Most of them I'll never see again, so help me God. And for those of you who think that you're actually happy getting illegally drunk every night, well, good for you. I won't mention just how many dendrites you're damaging, because surprise surprise, it's recoverable... mostly. But many of the dendrites never rejoin, and hence bye bye synapse; but that's your choice.
Two, med school sucks. Yes it does. It sucks like no tomorrow and most of the time I was so sleep-deprived and so... health-deprived and so caffeine-overloaded that I might as well as have been guzzling amphetamines instead of 600mg caffeine (which is very close to lethal dose, I learned later). But you know what? If I can, I'd like to remain in this world, not because of the power trip (although I won't deny it), or the drama (of which I've witnessed many but never partook), but because... I like medicine, I guess. I've worked so hard to grab at it... I've sacrificed a lot of things for it, and getting rejected is one thing, but letting it go is quite another. So for those of you who keep asking me "why won't you enjoy your undergrad years?", excuse my Anglosaxon expletive but please, sod off (wait, that's not an expletive).
Three, I'd like to thank my next door neighbour to the left... you've shown me a lot of things that no one else could before. Although I still question your work ethics and your random habits of knocking on my door at bizarre hours and/or asking me to do bizarre things (and no, I am not letting you give me a Physical, no is a no), each of your observations warranted and merited a close analysis later on. And I did appreciate the ice cream.
Hopefully (although I can hear my best friend in university, Jennifer, screaming "JUST SHUT UP"), I can come back to this school next year.
And hopefully Stolkie retires or croaks it this year; I refuse to have him as my neuroanatomy lecturer. Either create a constructive and informative slide for the notes or stop reading off it. Your existence in the classroom merited zero benefit this year.
And stop making me feel like an idiot. I know I'm an idiot, that's why I'm here. I don't need a constant reminder...
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